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- Two Actors try their hands at stage comedy.
- A professor of Egyptology seeks a mummy for experimentation. A young man devises a scheme to give the professor his desire in hopes of winning the hand in marriage of the teacher's daughter.
- Flossie is a lady, dusky and charming. Her admirers are numerous, but she experiences difficulty in deciding between Sam, the husky piano mover, and Jimmie, the dandy. With his little pile of savings, Sam buys Flossie a solitaire. Sam is as black as the ace of spades and thinks he will prove more acceptable if his skin is of a lighter hue. He purchases face bleach and hair straightener and applies them vigorously. Flossie goes to "Uncle Isaac's" and learns that the prized solitaire is nothing but paste. As she is about to leave, stirred by revengeful thoughts, Jimmie the dandy, arrives and, seeing his opportunity, buys her a real diamond. Flossie immediately transfers her affections to Jimmie. In the meantime Sam is having a terrible time. His treatment is even more successful than desired. He awakens and discovers that his face is mottled and his hair stringy. Indignantly he throws the cosmetics out of the window. They just miss Colonel Morgan, a sideshow owner. The Colonel rushes into the house and, finding Sam in his peculiar condition, offers him a job as wild man in his sideshow. Next day Sam is behind the bars at the County Fair. Jimmie and Flossie happen to stroll that way. When Sam sees them he breaks the bars and vanquishes his rival. Flossie decides that the color of Sam's face makes no difference, it's the color of his money that talks.
- Of course, everyone loves pretty Flossie. She was irresistible. So you could not blame Frank for falling victim to her charms. He ascended into a seventh heaven of delight when she put her arms around him and tried to lead his clumsy feet through the mazes of the tango. But Bert, the Darktown nimrod, upset his calculations by boasting of his prowess as a hunter. Flossie was impressed by Bert's story, much to Frank's disgust. Finally a shooting match was arranged, the winner to gain the hand of the dusky belle. Bert practiced on the day previous to the big event and found that his mouth was a far better weapon than a revolver. He could not hit a warehouse with a gatling gun. But the thought of Flossie's dancing eyes quickened his brain, so with a bright new fifty-cent piece and a box of blank cartridges, he induced his bosom pal to move the sliding door behind the paper target, and "ebery time I shoot, you poke a hole." The great day arrived and the whole town turned out for the big show. Frank shot carefully and well; Bert fired carelessly, but just as well. (His pal knows how to poke holes.) And so they tried three times, each time Frank shooting good, but somehow Bert shooting better, or rather the holes are poked closer to the center of the target. And suddenly light dawned upon Frank. Why should the torn shreds of the paper target, where the bullet passed through point outwards? And light also dawned upon Bert that it was time for him to beat it. He did, and the crowd after him. Up the street, through the alley, around the corner, all pell-mell after him. Over the sand dunes, down the hills, until, hard-pressed, he was forced to take refuge in a cabin over which there was the glaring sign: "Danger Dynmnite Keep Out." One shot from Frank's revolver, and then, zip bing bam, up went dynamite, cabin, Bert and all. Up, up. up and then down, down, down onto the back of a horse, and from thence with a thump to Mother Earth. Of course, Frank won Floss.
- Jonesy, dusky and shiftless, finds it much more pleasant to listen to the story of Aladdin as read by Buddy, his son, than to help Mandy with her arduous tasks. 'Tis washday, and after reluctantly grinding the wringer for his tyrannical wife, he decides that no washday can possibly be complete without a "bucket of suds." No sooner thought than done. The suds produce a peculiar effect and Jonesy drops off into a slumber with the story of Aladdin dominant in his dream mind. As he wanders along he meets a patriarch dressed in flowing Oriental robes, who accosts him. "Come with me and I will make you rich," says the white bearded man from the East, at the same moment "with a simple turn of the wrist" changing Jonesy's apparel from a weather-beaten shirt and patched trousers to the gaudy pantaloons and turban of the Arab. Jonesy follows the old man through the mazes of marvelous vegetation and experiences numerous surprises. At last he secures possession of the wonderful lamp with its supernatural powers, and escaping from the patriarch, brings to life the Genii, slave of the lamp. Now truly he has become Aladdin Jones, for he possesses the art by which his least desire may be satisfied. He asks for Budweiser; it flows freely. He asks for money; it descends from the skies. He asks "fo' a shack to sleep in," and is confronted by an Oriental palace of wonderful size and magnificence. He lies on a divan and is entertained by a charming dancer. But in all his glory the fearful image of his wife rises before him. He runs for dear life, followed by his infuriated spouse. At last, with a cliff before him and his wife behind him, he chooses the lesser evil and plunges into, the washtub. All the Oriental splendor vanishes. He is plain Jonesy once more.